RainSong
Well-Known Member
It doesn't -seem- like a big deal in text, here.
My mother revealed to my brother and I that she believes my step-dad will have to retire by the end of summer. Without his income, they cannot afford to keep the house. We will -all- have to move.
She didn't indicate that we (that is, Dave, Nathan, and myself) were going to have to find out own place. But at the same time, I got the feeling the only reason she didn't is because she knows we can't.
They (My brother, mother, and step-dad) have lived here for 10 year now. Our entire family are pack rats and book lovers (well, not my step-dad on the last... he's a tool lover instead
). There is -a lot- of stuff to pack. Dave and I could most likely be packed in a day- two at most- as we've never fully unpacked. It's everyone else's stuff that's going to make this hard.
Honestly, I moved out in '01. I moved three times before we moved to Ohio in '03. We lived in OH for 3 years and lived four difference places- and now, we're back here. That's 8 moves since '01. We moved approx. every 10 years (or less) as children, too. Honestly, I want something more permanent- maybe not totally, but I'd at least like to be able to unpack some- have a room I don't share with Nathan- maybe even have my own space and all. I'm actually really blasted tired of everything being someone else's- the chairs, the decor, even the kitchen. It's felt more like I'm "visiting" then living here for a long LONG time.
And the sad part is, it won't change. Dave is looking for a different job- he's tired of seeing Nathan grow up without him. But most local driving work requires a year of experience- he's still got something like three months or so before he gets a year. He hates the company he's working with- that's a whole 'nother story entirely. He's been looking the last few times he's been home, but nothing has come of it.
I keep finding more things I end up going "And what happens to _________ when we move?" Like the cats and dogs... my mom's 29g fish tank... all the familiar things. Even the cars that have been in the backyard for ages (My step-dad's projects). How about the fish in the pond? The roses and trees we planted over lost pets- Spooky, Asher, Little One, BB Lovey - my sweet bunny...?
To tell the truth, I love this house despite it's problems and the bad vibes that have been here for most of a year. Even if the view from the window makes me realize how far from "horse" I am (and will be for as long as I can see). Yea, the backyard is a bit of a mess, and the mud is hellish for staining everything (blasted red clay O.O)...
I was planning a garden- corn, pumpkins, watermelons, beans, etc. I'd just trimmed down the roses and the tree out front. We'd just bought strawberry starts and pots to put them in!
No garden. No caring for the roses and remembering the cats. No enjoying the Japanese weeping birch I -insisted- upon having and love dearly. No more wandering down the hill and back up again with Nathan, or watching all the flowers starting to come up in the yard. No more grumbling and fighting with the lawn mower, or having to try to figure out how the heck the dumb dog is managing to get out THIS time. No more mock fighting over Dave parking in my brother's spot, or chasing down yellow jackets that decide to come "say hello"
. No more holidays cramming 10 (sometimes more) people into the house.
I dunno. I always knew I'd leave, but I always knew- until now- that I could come back.
My mother revealed to my brother and I that she believes my step-dad will have to retire by the end of summer. Without his income, they cannot afford to keep the house. We will -all- have to move.
She didn't indicate that we (that is, Dave, Nathan, and myself) were going to have to find out own place. But at the same time, I got the feeling the only reason she didn't is because she knows we can't.
They (My brother, mother, and step-dad) have lived here for 10 year now. Our entire family are pack rats and book lovers (well, not my step-dad on the last... he's a tool lover instead
Honestly, I moved out in '01. I moved three times before we moved to Ohio in '03. We lived in OH for 3 years and lived four difference places- and now, we're back here. That's 8 moves since '01. We moved approx. every 10 years (or less) as children, too. Honestly, I want something more permanent- maybe not totally, but I'd at least like to be able to unpack some- have a room I don't share with Nathan- maybe even have my own space and all. I'm actually really blasted tired of everything being someone else's- the chairs, the decor, even the kitchen. It's felt more like I'm "visiting" then living here for a long LONG time.
And the sad part is, it won't change. Dave is looking for a different job- he's tired of seeing Nathan grow up without him. But most local driving work requires a year of experience- he's still got something like three months or so before he gets a year. He hates the company he's working with- that's a whole 'nother story entirely. He's been looking the last few times he's been home, but nothing has come of it.
I keep finding more things I end up going "And what happens to _________ when we move?" Like the cats and dogs... my mom's 29g fish tank... all the familiar things. Even the cars that have been in the backyard for ages (My step-dad's projects). How about the fish in the pond? The roses and trees we planted over lost pets- Spooky, Asher, Little One, BB Lovey - my sweet bunny...?
To tell the truth, I love this house despite it's problems and the bad vibes that have been here for most of a year. Even if the view from the window makes me realize how far from "horse" I am (and will be for as long as I can see). Yea, the backyard is a bit of a mess, and the mud is hellish for staining everything (blasted red clay O.O)...
I was planning a garden- corn, pumpkins, watermelons, beans, etc. I'd just trimmed down the roses and the tree out front. We'd just bought strawberry starts and pots to put them in!
No garden. No caring for the roses and remembering the cats. No enjoying the Japanese weeping birch I -insisted- upon having and love dearly. No more wandering down the hill and back up again with Nathan, or watching all the flowers starting to come up in the yard. No more grumbling and fighting with the lawn mower, or having to try to figure out how the heck the dumb dog is managing to get out THIS time. No more mock fighting over Dave parking in my brother's spot, or chasing down yellow jackets that decide to come "say hello"
I dunno. I always knew I'd leave, but I always knew- until now- that I could come back.
